Sunbeam Lair Horizon

as her voice cut like a dagger through the dark, stigmata glided collectedly to a stop and eased into a polite sit. "forgive me," he entreated, then huffed: "but i am truly tired of being alone." there was no getting around what he had approached for, and he wasn't too proud to admit when he was lonely. for solitude was a terrible condition for a wolf - a fate he would only wish on his worst enemies.

knowing she was not likely to trust him at face value - as dark as it was, and with his generally untrustworthy face (on second thought, it was probably best she could not make out the dour specifics of his foreboding countenance) - the embattled wolf slid to his belly and lay prone, several wolflengths away. "i will lie here and remain quiet, if you would just be so kind as to... tolerate my presence, for a time."